<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847003279832136605</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:52:44.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FootPrints</title><subtitle type='html'>Your path led  me through the sea, 
your way through the mighty waters,though your footprints 
were not seen.
Psalm 77:19</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashneso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847003279832136605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashneso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nashat &amp;amp; Nisreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17599765773605938730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847003279832136605.post-3587382248772768409</id><published>2007-10-19T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:35:42.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>It has been almost a month since we got here.. time really flies by. its amazing to see how Gods hand provided all our needs and casted all fears away...&lt;br /&gt;Now we are finally settled in our own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt;, our first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt; that we know "In Gods willing" that well be staying in for 13 months!!! the longest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;period&lt;/span&gt; that we have been staying in one place since we got married. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; feels good!&lt;br /&gt;last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; we met a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lawyer&lt;/span&gt; and filled the marriage application in order to hand it to the Israeli authority on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; i will be granted a permission to stay in Israel.. Please pray for us!!! i believe prayer are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mountain&lt;/span&gt; movers and makes impossible things possible and with your prayers i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;awaiting&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago, it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; evening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nashat&lt;/span&gt; called me since i was spending the night over at my parents and shared with me a shocking news..  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Rami&lt;/span&gt;, a member of our Bible society team in Gaza, has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kidnapped&lt;/span&gt;.. i could believe what i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hared&lt;/span&gt; everyone was shocked and at the same terrified.. what will happen now? what will they ask the bible society to do? what do they need in exchange all those questions went through our mind....we prayed and went to bed hoping that well here good news anytime soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nashat&lt;/span&gt; called me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;disturbed&lt;/span&gt;.. i asked him several times whats wrong? what happened? after a long silence he finally said "They killed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Rami&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;WHATTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;/span&gt;? unbelievable.. this is the one thing that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; expect them to do.. why? when? how? where? No way Unbelievable!! this cant have happened??!!!! how did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;GOd&lt;/span&gt; allow this?&lt;br /&gt;days went by anger and hatred filled our hearts as well as a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt; in the aria and around the world as the details of his death was revealed... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;rami&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;tortured&lt;/span&gt; and killed they wanted to make him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; and since he refused they killed him...&lt;br /&gt;I as well as many others hated the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Muslims&lt;/span&gt; at that point... and i thought in my mind that they were worse than animals.. an animal kill to eat.. but they killed him for what he believed in.. how can we love and serve them now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; when a friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;mentioned&lt;/span&gt; this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt; to me... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;sateen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;manged&lt;/span&gt; to kill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;rami&lt;/span&gt;, but if he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;manged&lt;/span&gt; to make us hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Muslims&lt;/span&gt; he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;manged&lt;/span&gt; to kill us all" its true our message and our religion is all about love.. When Jesus was on the cross he prayed God forgive them for they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what they are doing... well i know they knew what they were doing they were killing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;.. but he forgave them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; kept on loving them.. its this attitude that we need to take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Rami&lt;/span&gt; is next to Jesus now resting in peace... love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;contuse&lt;/span&gt; to grow in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; hearts to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; brothers and sisters we love them from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; our hearts and will keep to pray for them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847003279832136605-3587382248772768409?l=nashneso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashneso.blogspot.com/feeds/3587382248772768409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847003279832136605&amp;postID=3587382248772768409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847003279832136605/posts/default/3587382248772768409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847003279832136605/posts/default/3587382248772768409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashneso.blogspot.com/2007/10/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Nashat &amp;amp; Nisreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17599765773605938730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847003279832136605.post-4822233046475772534</id><published>2007-08-30T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:06:11.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24days</title><content type='html'>it has been a while since i wrote on the blog!! wow time flies by so quickly! i cant believe we have been here for 9 months now! and now we started the count down to go back home! 24days left!! in a way i am so excited and cant wait to go but on the other hand.. what should i expect? we are going to live the unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nourel&lt;/span&gt; will be crossing the borders with her dad and ill cross from the other bridge alone away from my precious baby! no house to go to, not yet a crib for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nourel&lt;/span&gt; to sleep on!!! i cant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; how that will go..  but i am sure God who provided us with all that we needed and more in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;miraculous&lt;/span&gt; ways is planning something great...&lt;br /&gt;24days! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nourel&lt;/span&gt; will be 2 months!! wow! 24 days no more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dunken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;donuts&lt;/span&gt; and chunky chocolate chip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cookie&lt;/span&gt;!!! no more rain in the summer and humidity! 24 days and well be back home!&lt;br /&gt;Pray for us as we go home! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; where our heart is and were our passion lives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847003279832136605-4822233046475772534?l=nashneso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashneso.blogspot.com/feeds/4822233046475772534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847003279832136605&amp;postID=4822233046475772534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847003279832136605/posts/default/4822233046475772534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847003279832136605/posts/default/4822233046475772534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashneso.blogspot.com/2007/08/24days.html' title='24days'/><author><name>Nashat &amp;amp; Nisreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17599765773605938730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847003279832136605.post-3005612564488375268</id><published>2007-07-07T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T19:58:25.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think About It!</title><content type='html'>This is a story about four people named everybody, somebody, anybody and nobody.There was an important job to be done and everybody was sure that somebody would do it.Anybody could have done it, but nobody did it.Somebody got angry about this, because it was everybodys job. Everybody thought anybody could do it, but nobody realized that everybody wouldn’t do it. It ended up that everybody blamed somebody when nobody did what anybody could have done. guys just give it a try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can make a difference..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; creat ur own world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847003279832136605-3005612564488375268?l=nashneso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashneso.blogspot.com/feeds/3005612564488375268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847003279832136605&amp;postID=3005612564488375268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847003279832136605/posts/default/3005612564488375268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847003279832136605/posts/default/3005612564488375268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashneso.blogspot.com/2007/07/think-about-it.html' title='Think About It!'/><author><name>Nashat &amp;amp; Nisreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17599765773605938730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847003279832136605.post-735599569342573730</id><published>2007-06-18T17:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T17:40:22.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8AG6fNax70/Rncl7VccEgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KZtr0XMEh80/s1600-h/n168600024_30021795_5330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077568806182457858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8AG6fNax70/Rncl7VccEgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KZtr0XMEh80/s320/n168600024_30021795_5330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when i first came to USA pregnant i kept asking God, why now? i want to share these exciting movements and feelings with my friends! here i have no one to share them with.. at moments i felt that i was all alone in this, but ow no that was so not true... God granted me a great family here. he surrounded me with friends that were excited to see my belly grow and wanting to feel the movments of Nourel. A family that is always asking about me and stopping over to see how i was doing and above all allways kept me in there prayers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today a baby shower was planed for me and it was a great over whelming moment for me the great notes they wrote and the wonderful prayers they lifted up for me and my family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls.. thank you very much. you are angels that made my days beautiful and full of joy. I am sure God will bless you in your study abroad time as much as you blessed us and much much more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rebecca, Shannon, Rosa, Faith, Mary, Beth, Janell, Dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847003279832136605-735599569342573730?l=nashneso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashneso.blogspot.com/feeds/735599569342573730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847003279832136605&amp;postID=735599569342573730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847003279832136605/posts/default/735599569342573730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847003279832136605/posts/default/735599569342573730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashneso.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower'/><author><name>Nashat &amp;amp; Nisreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17599765773605938730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8AG6fNax70/Rncl7VccEgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KZtr0XMEh80/s72-c/n168600024_30021795_5330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847003279832136605.post-8989358472431957181</id><published>2007-06-17T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:57:41.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nourel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8AG6fNax70/RnX0mFccEdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dDvcbraqQ8M/s1600-h/quest.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077233090063765970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8AG6fNax70/RnX0mFccEdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dDvcbraqQ8M/s320/quest.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its hard to think about a bright future full of hope when today is dark and hard to live in. just hearing the news about the West Bank and Gaza Strip makes me feel very worried about the future. How will my coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; live in all of this, how can we serve and be a witness to those people who are living in the darkness? Questions that I cannot answer but I only can trust that God is in control, He is in charge of our lives. Can I boldly say I will not worry? I don't think I can stop thinking about the future and how its going to be, I think that would be the end of me when this moment comes. I only pray that my thoughts would be optimistic, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt;, full of faith and trust, surrender to God's will and plan. I pray that God would deliver our country from wars. I pray that my daughter will have better days than mine, I pray that the light of God would shine in the darkness through us and through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nourel&lt;/span&gt;, after all this is the meaning of the name we will give her. Light is only significant in the midst of darkness therefore, may we shine in the darkness and be light reflecting Jesus the Light of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847003279832136605-8989358472431957181?l=nashneso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashneso.blogspot.com/feeds/8989358472431957181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847003279832136605&amp;postID=8989358472431957181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847003279832136605/posts/default/8989358472431957181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847003279832136605/posts/default/8989358472431957181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashneso.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-hard-to-think-about-bright-future.html' title='Nourel'/><author><name>Nashat &amp;amp; Nisreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17599765773605938730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8AG6fNax70/RnX0mFccEdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dDvcbraqQ8M/s72-c/quest.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847003279832136605.post-3811658614895915083</id><published>2007-06-16T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T20:27:55.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8AG6fNax70/RnSqE1ccEcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NESR4Zzh0lI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076869679995949506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8AG6fNax70/RnSqE1ccEcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NESR4Zzh0lI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In a poor South &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; village, a group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tourists&lt;/span&gt; were wondering around when they saw some young kids playing around. Those kids looked very hungry so one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tourists&lt;/span&gt; took out a banana she had in her purse and gave it to the child. His eyes brightened as if she gave him a million dollars with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; and Joy the kid started pealing the banana, surprisingly he through the inside part and ate the outside of the banana in which we usually through away!!! she was so shocked! he wasted the best part of the banana!!!&lt;br /&gt;The lady was so surprised but when she asked around she found out that those kids usually eat from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tourists&lt;/span&gt; trash and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cover&lt;/span&gt; of the banana is what they usually eat!!&lt;br /&gt;It made me think, how many times in our life did God gives us tasty bananas and we get so excited about the cover and through away the best part of it? or we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even pay attention to it?&lt;br /&gt;God gave you a tasty banana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; settle for the cover!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O taste and see that the lord is good" Psalm 34:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847003279832136605-3811658614895915083?l=nashneso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashneso.blogspot.com/feeds/3811658614895915083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847003279832136605&amp;postID=3811658614895915083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847003279832136605/posts/default/3811658614895915083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847003279832136605/posts/default/3811658614895915083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashneso.blogspot.com/2007/06/banana.html' title='Banana'/><author><name>Nashat &amp;amp; Nisreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17599765773605938730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8AG6fNax70/RnSqE1ccEcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NESR4Zzh0lI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
